Algo estaba allí con nosotras
I suddenly remembered this story today, and honestly, it still gives me chills.
My family has always been deeply Catholic, and during the first months of the pandemic, our local parish organized continuous adoration before the Blessed Sacrament. Every family could sign up for a one-hour slot to pray or simply sit in silence.
My parents chose the 4:00–5:00 PM shift, but most of the time they sent either my middle sister or me instead. Sometimes we went together.
One afternoon, my sister and I got ready as usual. I grabbed my rosary and my mother's prayer book, and on the way to church we stopped to buy a candle and some matches. The parish was only a few minutes from our house, so we arrived right at 4:00 PM.
The moment we stepped inside, I noticed the woman from the previous hour had already left.
My sister went ahead to sign our names in the attendance book, and I walked into the chapel.
That's when it started.
Without warning, a burning pain shot across my back.
At first, I ignored it. I lit the candle, made the sign of the cross, and sat down. But the pain became worse. Much worse.
It felt as if my skin was on fire.
After a few minutes, I couldn't take it anymore.
I whispered to my sister, "Something is wrong. My back hurts so much. Can you check it?"
I wasn't expecting anything unusual. I had showered before leaving home and hadn't noticed a single mark on my body.
My sister lifted the back of my shirt.
The look on her face changed instantly.
"Wait... what?"
My stomach dropped.
"What is it?"
She stared at my back for a few seconds before answering.
"Your entire back is covered in scratches."
I laughed nervously.
"Stop joking."
"I'm serious," she said.
Then her expression became even paler.
"Oh my God... more are appearing."
I froze.
"What do you mean, more are appearing?"
"They weren't there a second ago."
According to her, thin red scratches were slowly showing up across my skin as she watched.
At that point, I was terrified and fighting back tears.
But we couldn't leave.
So I did the only thing I could think of.
I started praying the rosary.
My sister answered every prayer, and for the entire hour, the burning sensation never stopped.
Not for a single minute.
When the next person arrived for their shift, we finished the closing prayers and left as quickly as possible.
By then, my back felt like it was burning.
The walk home felt endless.
As soon as we arrived, we told our parents everything. My mother checked my back herself and treated the scratches.
To this day, I have no explanation for what happened that afternoon.
What I do know is that after that incident, my parents never sent me there alone again.
From then on, someone always went with me.
And sometimes, when I think back to that empty chapel and the scratches that seemed to appear out of nowhere...
I still wonder what was really there with us that day.